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Three Poems by Bryce Markowski
“Hot Springs. Green and clear…” Hot Springs. Green and clearroads, forcibly migrated away.A place I knew by heart, brokenroads to childhood friends’ homes.Diluted waters run amok the ground,flooding. I am driven into the tide.I never could find solacein the grainy beach. Everyone else found treasure.Lost, then found,only to find myself lost. Again,tossed somewhere unknown into…
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